Music is My Radar

Billy Corgan can eat a dick.

Now that the only other remaining original member has quit the quasi-reunited Smashing Pumpkins, Master Corgan confirms what we knew all along: he = Smashing Pumpkins.  There is no difference, no separation, no boundaries between the two.  It’s kind of like Sauron and the One Ring - you destroy one, you destroy the other.

You might be wondering what brings on this sudden anti-Corgan sentiment.  Well, it’s been brewing for some time.  Despite the fact that I was/am something of a SP fan (sorry, boxmonster), there were certain aspects of the band that I never really liked.  Mostly, the “rat in a cage” lyrics and nasal vocals of the group’s singer and songwriter, ol’ Billy.  I was able to overlook them due largely to the wonderfully over-the-top guitars and thunderous drums of the newly-departed Jimmy Chamberlin.  That guy has my vote as one of the top rock drummers performing today.  Serious badass.

Anyway, after various member’s departures, break-ups, reunions under another name, and general dicking around, I lost interest in SP years ago.  Sure, I still crank “Geek USA” or “Jellybelly” on the iPod every now and then (I am right now, actually), but that’s really about it.  And until just recently, I was content to just ignore whatever else the group and its former members did.

Until this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

So yep.  Eat a dick, Billy Corgan.  You certainly seem to be working up an appetite of late.